A Mate to Share [Wolf Pack Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Together they finger-fucked her in earnest now, taking her to the brink. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her sweet spot while his thumbnail pressed into her clit. Her body jerked against his hands as she pressed herself forward onto his fingers, then backward onto Morgan’s, and she splintered apart with her release. He held her steady with one hand on her hip while his fingers teased her gently down from her high.

Only when she stopped shaking did he finish washing her, without any teasing this time. Morgan turned off the water while Jett lifted her out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel then sat her on the facilities. He dried himself quickly and went and got dressed, leaving her to adjust to what had just happened, and hopefully to think about a future time when he and Jett would use something other than their fingers to double penetrate her. She was plenty smart enough to make the connection, and as an artist, likely she had a vivid enough imagination for it to drive her into accepting another offer of a date from them both. Well that was the plan anyway.

She reappeared wrapped in the towel, picked up her things, then disappeared back into the bathroom. Now that was interesting. After they’d seen and touched every inch of her, she still wanted privacy to get dressed. That was cute.

By the time she emerged her hair was in a neat plait, her makeup and earrings were back in place, and she looked as cool and collected as ever.

Morgan had picked up the hairpins from the floor and handed them to her. She dropped them in her purse, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”

Jett had tidied up the toys, putting everything away neatly, and was ready to go. Truly, she was an amazing woman. No one would ever guess what she’d just spent the last hour doing. But hopefully her body would remind her tomorrow, and her thoughts would turn to future potential games. That was what they’d aimed for anyway.

* * * *

Eve slipped inside the old schoolhouse silently. There were no lights on in any of the rooms, so she guessed Taige was already in bed asleep. It was only midnight, not terribly late, but still late enough that it’d be rude to wake her. The apartment door was locked, as they always liked to keep it for security’s sake, so she muffled the noise of her shoes on the stone floor and used her fingers to stop her keys rattling as she stepped inside the room and quietly closed and locked the door behind her.

Her eyes had already adjusted quite well to the lack of light. All the windows were very high up, so grayish light prevented the place from being completely black. However, the curtains in the apartment—the only room with window furnishings—had been closed, which made it darker in here. So Eve stood still and waited until she had a clear sense of the path she needed to take to her own bed. There was no sound at all. No rustlings of bedding, no snoring or breathing sounds. Eve turned toward Taige’s bed and stared, letting the shapes of the furniture sharpen as her eyes continued to adjust to the lack of light.

The quilt was flat, and there was no dark hair spread on the pillow. Eve tiptoed across to Taige’s bed, but it was empty. She turned and scanned the apartment again, in case Taige had fallen asleep in the big armchair, but it too was empty.

I guess Taige has gone out visiting with Jasper and Cornelian.
Well, that made everything easier for her. She flipped her bedside light on and got undressed, putting the earrings on Taige’s nightstand and hanging her dress up. Her shoes she returned to the rack in the huge, old free-standing closet she’d brought to the schoolhouse and her underwear she placed in the laundry hamper, mentally thanking Taige for the suggestion to take a change of panties with her. It appeared Taige’s first-hand experience with how sexy it was spending time with two men was going to be very useful.

Dressed in her pink flannel pajamas, Eve climbed into bed and clicked the bedside light off. She had so much to think about, starting with what it would be like to be fucked by two men at once. That little demonstration in the shower was something she’d never forget. The intense feeling of possession and claiming was still flooding her veins with hormones even now. Also, she was certain her ass was bruised. She’d tried to look at her butt in the mirror at the dungeon, but it’d been too soon to tell for certain. However, there was some color there, which she believed would turn into a bruise. That was also good, a tangible reminder of the night’s experiences.

The overwhelming decision she needed to make, though, was whether or not to agree to be a sub for two Doms. And, it appeared, a girlfriend for them both as well. Was that what she wanted? For a moment her libido screamed, “Hell, yes!” but her brain made her rein in her thoughts. Tonight, Morgan and Jett had moved seamlessly together as a team, almost as if everything had been choreographed. Well, perhaps it had. But sooner or later it was inevitable that she’d have to choose between them on some issue, small or large, and that could cause friction.

Would she be able to deal with that? To balance one against the other? To be scrupulously fair and never show favoritism? It could be difficult. She’d need to have clear ground rules in her mind about what would and wouldn’t happen. But if tonight was a true example, the situation had been very smooth. If both men continued to work together like that, she’d be most fortunate indeed.

As for the dungeon play and the sex, they’d estimated her tastes very well, far better than she’d imagined they would be able to do. They’d pushed her some, but then she’d pushed them as well. All in all, she was more than agreeable to continuing the relationship.

Eve snuggled deeper into her bed, relishing the slight stiffness in her body and the ache in her ass.
Oh hell, yes. This is going to be good.

When she woke in the morning Taige still hadn’t returned, and Eve collected her shower things and change of clothes, packed them in a gym bag, and locked the apartment before opening the back door to go out to the bathroom. By the time she’d locked the back door behind her, unlocked the bathroom door then locked that as well, she was determined to hasten the planning for an internal bathroom. Right now it was annoying with all this unlocking and locking for security. In the middle of winter it wouldn’t just be annoying, it’d be freezing cold as well.

Eve had too much work to complete before the market day to spend time thinking about it, but it was there in the back of her mind nonetheless.
I’m sure I’ve seen showers as freestanding, all-in-one units. If we had one of those installed it’d be so much easier than getting in tilers, and glaziers, and painters, and suchlike. I guess we’d still need a plumber to install it, but we’d need a plumber for the toilet installation, anyway.

Taige arrived home fresh and chirpy, bouncing and happy, just as Eve was eating cereal while she Googled shower units.

“What are you checking?” asked Taige.

“All-in-one shower units. What do you think about us having something like this?”

“They aren’t very big, but they’d be way better than hiking through the snow.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

“Likely I’ll be living with the w—with Jasper and Cornelian in a few months anyway, but there’ll still be plenty of times when we’re dirty and want a shower, or need to use the toilet. The toilet in particular is going to be essential come winter.”

Eve wondered what Taige had been going to say, but continued the conversation. “Oh yes. Imagine having to put on coats and hats, and scarves and boots, just to go to the bathroom! It’d be crazy.”

“As soon as our first craft market is over, we need to get to planning the internal bathroom. I haven’t got time now. I absolutely have to make some genuine progress on that commissioned hanging. But after the market we’ll need to discuss how everything went and what we need to alter or improve, and we can deal with the bathroom then as well.”

“That sounds fine. My time isn’t quite as pressured as yours. You go start weaving and I’ll clean up here,” said Taige.

“Thanks. Did you have fun last night?”

“Absolutely. How about you? Did you enjoy your date with Jett and Morgan?”

“Yes I did. If they invite me out again, I’ll go.”

“Oh they’ll be back. Jasper said they’re both determined to have you.”

Once again Eve thought there was something Taige wasn’t telling her. It was a strange feeling. Taige was the most open and honest person she knew. She never lied or was deceitful. Likely it was Eve’s imagination. Or perhaps it was just that Taige was in a committed relationship and that was putting some space between them. Well, she couldn’t worry about it now. She really did need to get to work. Deadlines were approaching rapidly and she had to put in some solid hours at her loom.

* * * *

Sard Varg had assembled almost a dozen men in the farthest barn from the community building. He paced the floor, determined to win every one of these men to his side. “First the Alpha decides to take a human, now it’s Morgan and Jett, sniffing around the skirts of a human female. Before we know what’s happened, half the pack will be infiltrated with weak, puny humans. Instead of wolves, the next generation will be human, with no abilities to care for the land or provide for themselves. The few wolves left will end up supporting a weak, helpless race unable to shift, unable to protect themselves.”

“If we complain about the Alpha’s woman, the Supreme will punish us.”

“But the Supreme hasn’t said anything about Morgan and Jett’s woman. There’s no embargo about attacking her, removing her from the area. We should get rid of the third one as well before some other misguided wolf thinks he’d like to take her,” said Sard.

“That’s all very well, but we need to find our mates. How do you suggest we get a wolf to mate?” asked a much younger man.

Sard had already thought about this. “There are wolf packs all around the world. All we need to do is find one with more females than males and send a delegation there requesting they send us their excess matable women. It’s the obvious solution.”

Sard watched and waited while the men talked over his idea. It was a simple and obvious answer. So simple and obvious he had to wonder why the Alpha hadn’t thought of it himself. Likely the man was just too mean to pay all the airfares and too lazy to do the necessary research and then arrange the paperwork. But once they’d mated with the women, the paperwork would take care of itself.

Sard let them talk for a while longer, until he was sure they were all on his side. Then he said, “Now, we need to get rid of the two other humans at the schoolhouse. Attacking the building, a stone building, is stupid. We need to attack the women and deal with them directly. Those who help me destroy the humans will be the first to get a wolf mate. Who is with me on this?”

Sard let his gaze challenge them all. Everyone stepped forward in agreement.

“I’ll tell you my plan when I’ve decided how we’ll attack them. We’ll destroy those women and retain the integrity of the pack. Then we’ll get our own mates. Agreed?”

A chorus of “agreed” returned to him.

Sard smiled. It was like dealing with children. Wave some candy before them and they’d follow him anywhere. And when these two women were eliminated, he would have first choice of the new wolf mates.

Eve had been really worried it might rain the weekend of their first craft market. Of course, sooner or later it would rain, that was a given, but she wanted the first craft market weekend to be a success so that word got around and more people would come in future. Also, the three of them were determined to take lots and lots of photographs to put up on their websites, and sunshine would look so much better in photos than a dull gray or, worse, wet day.

The three of them were dressed to display their crafts, all wearing Taige’s jewelry and the woven scarves Eve’d made. And their business cards were in bowls on every table, as well as in both the male and female bathrooms.

Half an hour before they were due to open, the hot-dog van, the coffee van, and the popcorn van were all set up, the big front doors of the old schoolhouse were wide open, and all the internal doors were securely locked except for the market room.

Ginnie settled herself behind the sales table in the foyer, a big pad of sketching paper and sticks of charcoal in different thicknesses beside her. Eve was in the market room, sitting at her smallest loom, weaving. She’d stop work as soon as people arrived, but she felt it was better to look as if she wasn’t just waiting to pounce on people as yet. Taige was to be the “gofer,” carrying sold items out to Ginnie as well as their photographer. Originally they’d planned to keep rotating the jobs, changing places every hour or so, but Ginnie’d pointed out it’d be better for her to be sitting at a desk so she could sketch people. Eve was the one most likely to need to take potential clients into the shipping room to see other examples of her work, as the hangings were too big to display many in the market room, so since both of them were better off staying in one place, they’d altered their plans accordingly.

Ten minutes before opening time the coffee van was making its first sales and fear Eve didn’t even realize she’d felt melted away from her tense shoulder and neck muscles. Logic had told her that at the very least some of their friends would come by, but to have genuine customers before the official opening time was a bonus indeed.

Taige shared news of what was happening from Ginnie and Eve to each other, and from around eleven until two the place was so crowded they were almost run off their feet dealing with everyone. Eve did notice Taige standing on a table to take some pictures of the crowds, though, and she was excited Taige’d remembered to do that. It would clearly show their first craft market was a success.